Recudor: Northern District

It took a few hours, but Frazil managed to get to the address with the help of one of the two maps she had previously bought on the way to the northern district. Due to buying two maps separately she managed to get a bargain, with both maps costing her only 20 silver total, less than an average meal.


She now stands in-front of the building in question. The building is rather old, although that doesn't say a lot as most of the buildings in the northern area seem to be of older more outdated architecture, and judging by the general appearance it seems to be a guard station of sorts.
Indeed the outside, guarded by two generic looking guards, has the overall feel of a police station from back home.
The guards don't really pay her much mind, as it's not uncommon for people to enter the station for whatever reasons they might have and the inside is more of the same that Frazil is used to, if a little smaller and with fewer desks.

There is a reception desk with a finely dressed woman sitting behind an old fashioned glass window. She casually greets Frazil as she enters the station. Wasting no time Frazil inquires about Corwall, explaining her situation and the bounty. The receptionist nods and fiddles around with a device on her desk before asking Frazil to have a seat.

People come and go, and after a good long while of waiting- Finally- a man steps around the counter to greet Frazil. He is wearing an alteration of the guards uniform, with the recudor emblem finely stitched into his sleeve and back. He looks fairly old, likely in his late fifties or so, and judging by his stern demeanor but friendly tone Frazil can immediately tell the guy is a goodie-two-shoes cop who plays by the rules no matter what.

"Good afternoon, miss" he says, with a brusque but welcoming tone. "Now hwhat can I do you for?"

Frazil gives the man a beaming smile and stands. Having been a "super hero", she's fairly well versed in working with the authorities. Good afternoon. I'm working on case 196 from the militia job board, and you're the one they sent me to. Do you have time to discuss it with me? She shows him the paper with the stamp on it, verifying her claim, as she asks.

The man stares at the paper for a while untill he understands all the information. "Ah, yes." he says and folds his arms across his chest. "Unfortunately the man who conducted the previous research passed away. We had his research notes but it seems that the dutchy was interested in this case also. Turns out this Itzel fellow works with a syndicate of sorts. We've tried to do our own investigation though unfortunately we don't handle matters from outside of the city." He clears his through briefly. "Excuse me." he then turns to address the Secretary "On that note please forward the paperwork from this morning, and have someone pick up a write-up from the duke's castle in person."

He finally returns to Frazil and briefly scans her from head to toe. "With no disrespect, it's very difficult to give out information regarding our own investigations to you mercenary types, but once things are cleared up on our end we'll be glad to share any information you might need. For the time being, all I can say is that nobody really knows much about the guy. Only the detective, and we've seen how that turned out." he frowns, clearly a little disappointed with how things have been going lately, and then continues; "I'm terribly sorry if this isn't much to go on. I can only suggest perhaps visiting by his office, just down the street, before they clean out the place. But, is there anything else I can help you with for the time being?"

Frazil looks slightly disappointed as he says the part about sharing with mercs. Dafuq did you guys put the bounty up for then?!? Umm, I guess not. I was kindof under the impression that we would be working together on this but it seems everyone has their hand in this pie for their own reasons. I'll stop by the guy's office. Maybe I'll stumble onto something there. Thanks for your time. She unconsciously delivers that last line with a bit of a tone implying that he wasted hers.

With that, she turns and leaves the building in the direction she was pointed, for the detective's office.

Frazil makes it halfway down the street when a man behind her stops her. "Excuse me, ma'am?" the man calls before repeating himself "Ma'am."

He catches up, just a little out of breath, and presents her a small note signed by Corwell. "The head-chief sent me; 'The office will be inaccessible since it's technically a crime scene but... this should get you past the guards.' "

He hands her the note and bows briefly before eyeing her down curiously.

Oh! She sighs. I should have thought of that. Thanks for this,    she falters   ... sorry, what is your name?

Frazil sees that she has his attention and doesn't intend to squander it. Sometimes the "lesser" authorities know more details than the high ups, due to their proximity to the cases.

"Kennet, ma'am." he answers. "I'm relatively new to the business. 'Used to be part of a caravan guard for the guild."

He gives her another short formal bow and gets ready to head back to the guard station. "Need anything else before I go, ma'am?" he asks politely, more out of obligation and courtesy than need.

Kennet. I can see that you're busy, but before you go. Do you happen to know anyone who is directly assigned to this case? It would help if I had a guide so that I don't mess up the crime scene.

Kennet ponders for a moment. "Well, Detective Trisperry was the main person to work on the case. He worked closely with the Chief but... from what I hear they don't want us sharing information with the militia for legal reasons. There has been a lot of tension lately between the Guild's Militia and the Recudor Guard, the main reason why I left actually." he pauses briefly and then goes on to explain; "For the most part you shouldn't be able to really mess up. We have, for the most part, done all the assessing we can with the place. It just has to be cleared out and vacated for someone else to use in the future. If you present the note and explain your situation im sure you will have an easy time looking around. I'm not sure how much you'll be able to find but, you know... always worth a shot. Is there anything else you need?"

No. Thank you, I think that's all. Frazil smiles, then turns to continue walking toward the office.

Kennet excuses himself as Frazil continues her way to the Detective's old office. Just like suggested there is a lone man standing outside, donning the classic guards uniform Frazil has been noting all around the city. The man greets Frazil and after a little back and forth and presenting the note he lets her into the building without any issues.

First impressions of the place aren't very good. It looks like it was recently ransacked. There are papers strewn all across the floor and paintings torn off the wall, some frames even missing the paintings alltogether. There are a few rather retro looking filing cabinets and shelves lining the walls of the one room office and a somewhat out of place looking wooden oak desk highlights the center of the room alongside a very modest and plain chair. There is an almost mossy smell around the room, and Frazil can feel a feint draft coming from a vent above the room and the soft swaying of water nearby.

Frazil takes a deep breath, and lets it out in a long sigh, and pulls out her pens, and one of the jr. legal notepads. She then begins looking around the room, carefully.

She starts on the left wall quite literally dividing the room into roughly 1 foot sweeps so that she is sure to get her eyes on everything. She doesn't move anything yet, but starts by sketching out a rough idea of where everything is, and tries to visually pick out things that might be useful.

Frazil jots down a rough draft of the room and anything of interest, notably some kind of license or diploma, a locked safe that is bruised and chipped all over and upon closer inspection a strange plaque on the front of the desk with eastern symbols etched into it. She notices the individual symbols can rotate to form various different words or sentences of some sort but with her limited understanding of the language she can only make out the rough details.

Frazil takes extra care in drawing the eastern looking symbols, making sure not to miss any odd dashes or marks, then turns her eyes on to the safe. She raises her hand and a small stream of water collects in her palm. She presses the water slowly into the cracks of the safe, then with a 'grab and pull' motion the causes the water to freeze in the cracks. The resulting expansion pops the hinges, and she removes the door to see what's inside.

The worn and battered old safe opens with a crack giving Frazil free access to the contents inside. There she finds a few pages and a Frail Diary and some foreign change.

Frazil pockets the diary. Makes a sketch copy of the "diploma" and double checks her drawing of the eastern characters, then heads back to the house. Looks like she's going to need Jian's help on this one.